TheTurtle

I walked around the pond in search of life.

The center is swirled in snowbanks
but the thaw has begun.

No floating fish-the feared winter kill-off, 
only leaves and corn husks float 
in the debris of spring.

Yet under the dock, air bubbles surface

and I imagined the turtle stirring

with dreams of a dragonfly’s spin.

But for now he sleeps. It’s only April.

The challenge here was to give our best and worst of April in 66 words.